Josh and Cole had plans for a man-date this week.
That usually means a trip to the book store for a gun or a hot-rod magazine, and then burgers & fries at Jasper's. (Us girls are not allowed at Jasper's because the men in our house have claimed it for their own, but that's quite all right with us because we can think of lots of other dining establishments that we prefer anyhow.)
This particular man-date also included plans to go see a war-movie Josh had been wanting to see.
Not to be outdone, Yans and I started planning our own date. (No Courtney Lee - she was at her mamas.)
That meant a quick trip to the grocery store for snacks. (Didn't take any photos in there.)
A quick photo in the rearview mirror.
Dinner at the Texas Roadhouse. (Annie likes their rolls just as much as the rolls at the other Roadhouse in town, but I decided I like the salads better at the Texas Roadhouse, so that's where we went.)
Some great conversation. (That girl says things that make me forget I'm talking to a seven year-old.)
A brief ballad to her broccoli.
A quick trip to the restroom.
And since we still had a few minutes to kill before going to see our own movie, we decided to stop by Old Navy (because all of Annie's pants have recently become high-waters.)
Ultimately, we ended up leaving with two new pairs of jeans, two $3 t-shirts, and a new jean-jacket for Yans and three new items (pajama pants) for my at-home, work-attire.
And then we headed to the cheap movie theater in town and parked next to Josh's truck. (Their movie started 10 minutes before ours.)
And then we got settled close to the screen to watch Frozen in 3-D. (I can't believe what a powerful message this movie packs - especially for us girls.)
And I sat there, eating snacks and listening to Annie belt out each and every song, while she ran her fingers through my hair. (She made her own Playlist on Spotify that includes the entire soundtrack of Frozen.)
Makes me wish that parenting these three little kids collectively was as easy and enjoyable as parenting them individually.